"Wise Master, we now have more than 80 emperors here, and with those who have infiltrated into the outside world over the years, there are nearly a hundred emperors. We can compete with the current Xiao family and all the forces in Nanzhou. It’s a fight!” Yan Liangjun opened his eyes, looked at Zhi Bohou and said slowly.
"Those people from the outside world who have been placed everywhere, some of them have even been there for tens of thousands of years. I wonder if they will start trouble with us now that they are used to living a life of fine clothing and fine food, and are treated as guests." This is such a dangerous thing!" Zhi Bohou said worriedly.
"You are responsible for secretly contacting these people and exploring their voices. If someone has forgotten their mission and wants to live a stable and comfortable life, then let them live in comfort forever!" Yan Liangjun said with a piercing gaze.
"Okay, I will get in touch with these people as soon as possible!" Zhi Bohou nodded.
"Bring Shengrong and Liu Xuan together and do it cleanly without showing any flaws!" Yan Liangjun said with a serious expression.
"Yes!" Zhi Bohou nodded again.
"Shengrong, Liu Xuan, you two are our greatest support for the restoration of the Yan Dynasty. You must not act recklessly and obey the arrangements of your wise masters. When the restoration of the country is successful, you two will be our greatest contributors to the Yan Dynasty and inherit the throne. Official position for ancestors!" Yan Liangjun looked at Man Shengrong and Liu Xuandao.
"Yes!" The two agreed at the same time. Liu Xuannai is a descendant of the prime minister of the Yan Dynasty. He has a good face, an obvious black mole on his chin, and a tall and slender figure, slightly thin.
Liu Xuan is now ten thousand years old. He became an emperor when he was a thousand years old. The weapon he used was a war spear passed down from his ancestors.
Before Man Shengrong made his debut, Liu Xuan was the undisputed number one in combat power here. After Man Shengrong became emperor, the two had a competition. Liu Xuan lost to Man Shengrong by one move and became the second best in ten thousand years.
Although Liu Xuan only lost one move, he was convinced of his defeat. At that time, Man Shengrong had just attained enlightenment and became an emperor, and was only over 150 years old, but he had already attained enlightenment for thousands of years.
Now that hundreds of years have passed, Man Shengrong has become more powerful, but Liu Xuan's strength has improved slowly.
If the two of them were to fight again now, Man Shengrong probably wouldn't have to fight as hard as before.
"Okay, you all go and do your own business!" Yan Liangjun looked at the crowd and said. Everyone stood up, bowed to Yan Liangjun, and then walked outside.
"Xia Lan, please stay here for a moment. I have something to say to you!" Yan Liangjun looked at Yan Xia Lan who had already stood up and was about to leave.
After hearing this, Yan Xialan turned around and sat back down. Before going out, Man Shengrong looked back at Yan Xialan and disappeared into the stone hall.
"Brother, what's going on?" After everyone left, Yan Xialan looked at Yan Liangjun and asked.
"Sister, I know that Shengrong has feelings for you, and you are also interested in him. Why do you keep pretending to turn a blind eye?" Yan Liangjun's eyes no longer had the seriousness before, but only the concern of a brother for his sister.
"Brother, I am already 20,000 years old, and he is only 500 years old. There is a big age difference between us. I can only live another 10,000 years at most, but he can live for more than 20,000 years. How can I deserve it?" Can I fall in love with him? After I die, he will definitely not want to marry again and will die alone, and I don't want to delay him!" Yan Xialan said softly.
"He doesn't care, even if it only lasts a hundred years, he is still willing to be with you!" Yan Liangjun said, staring at his sister.
"But I care! In a few hundred years, I will be old and yellow. I don't want him to spend the remaining few hundred years facing a bad old woman every day!" Yan Xialan said with some sadness in her eyes.
"Sister, have you ever thought that maybe this failure will mean that there will be no future at all for thousands of years!" Yan Liangjun said this with a heavy heart.
"Brother, no, we will definitely succeed! We have been preparing for so many years, and our strength is several times stronger than the Xiao family today. What reason do we have for not succeeding?" Yan Xialan pulled her brother's hand. He held it tightly with one hand and said.
"Don't be nervous first. We have to prepare for the worst in everything. We are not afraid of ten thousand, just in case! So I thought, before taking action, I want you to get married and see if you can stay for our Yan family. Incense!" Yan Liangjun stretched out his other hand, gently patted the back of Yan Xialan's hand, and said softly.
At this time, Yan Liangjun did not look like the Crown Prince of the Yan Dynasty or an older brother, but more like an old father who was persuading his daughter to marry into a good family.
"Brother, there is no chance this time. We can only succeed, not fail! I once said that if the country is not restored, I will not marry for a day!" Yan Xialan said stubbornly.
"Alas! Sister, do you really want to watch our Yan family die off?" Yan Liangjun sighed and asked helplessly.
"It's your business to continue the family legacy. Besides, even if I get married and have children in the future, it won't be considered the Yan family's orthodox bloodline!" Yan Xialan lowered her head and loosened her grip on Yan Liangjun's hand. Hand, he looked at the long scar on his hand.
Logically speaking, if someone has reached the emperor's realm, unless the scar is caused by a treasure that transcends this world, it may not be able to recover. The scar on Yan Xialan's hand is obviously just the most ordinary scar, but why has it never been there? Back to normal?
This scar was specially made by Yan Xia Lan with a dagger when he became emperor. The purpose was to remind him of his efforts over the years.
Yan Xialan's martial arts talent cannot be said to be very good, but it is not too bad either. He has been focusing on martial arts training since he was a child, and he is even more diligent than his brother Yan Liangjun.
Just because she wants to make herself stronger and be able to return to the country as soon as possible. Yan Xialan has been very envious of her peers with long hair since she was a child. Her long hair looks so elegant and free.
But she could only keep her hair short. She made up her mind that one day, she would have long hair reaching her waist and marry her most beloved person in her most beautiful years.
But this day, twenty thousand years later, has not yet arrived.
"What nonsense are you talking about? You and I are biological sisters. How come your children are not the legitimate blood of my Yan family? If you agree to get married, you can recruit a consort and have children so that you can inherit our Yan Dynasty. Brother's It’s not like you don’t know the situation. After so many years, I have married so many people, but I still don’t have an heir. This problem must lie with me. If you don’t get married, I will be the biggest sinner of our Yan family. You let me How can you have the dignity to meet your ancestors after death?" Yan Liangjun first glared at his sister, and then changed to his previous kind look.
"Brother, when the restoration of the country is successful and you ascend the throne, you will definitely be able to find a cure. For the sake of our Yan family's incense inheritance, we must succeed!" Yan Xialan raised her head and looked at Yan Liangjun, with determination in her eyes. .
"Hey...!" Yan Liangjun sighed and said nothing.
"Brother, I'm leaving!" After Yan Xialan finished speaking, she stood up and disappeared without a trace. Yan Liangjun rested his right elbow on the stone table, gently rubbed his forehead with his fingers, closed his eyes, and felt a headache.
In his mind, he recalled a conversation between himself and his father when he was dying. At that time, his father was lying on the bed. When he was dying, he held his hand and said with the last hope in his eyes: "Jun'er, as a father, I failed to fulfill the wishes of my ancestors. I am ashamed of my ancestors! Now, I will place my hopes on you and hand over the Yan family to you. Don’t let your ancestors and me down! When you ascend the throne, remember to bring a pot of wine to my grave. , tell me this good news, I feel relieved!"
"Father, I will definitely live up to your expectations. I will definitely ascend the throne and restore the glory of the Yan Dynasty!" Yan Liangjun held his father's hand tightly and said sonorously.
"Okay... okay... okay..." When his father finished saying three words,
After the word "good", the light in his eyes began to dim quickly, and his eyes slowly closed, without any life left.
Yan Liangjun sat in front of the stone table for a long time, then stood up and left the stone hall, turned left and right, and came to another stone hall that was not too big. He opened the stone door and walked in.
Inside the stone hall, there is a huge stone table placed against the wall. On the stone table are placed three layers of spiritual tablets of different heights, all representing the emperors of the Yan Dynasty.
There is an incense burner placed in the middle of the stone table, and several fruits are placed on a bamboo plate in front of it. After Yan Liangjun entered, he closed the stone door and came to the stone table. He took out six sticks of incense from the incense tube on the side, lit it on the candle, bowed three times to the spiritual tablet, inserted the three sticks of incense into the incense burner, and then slowly knelt down. Go down.
"Ancestors, if you have souls in heaven, please protect me and let me successfully restore my country and regain the glory of the Yan Dynasty!" Yan Liangjun finished speaking while looking at the spiritual tablet, kowtowed three times, and then stood up.
"On the day I ascend the throne, I will come back to pay homage to my ancestors!" After Yan Liangjun finished speaking, he turned around and pushed open the stone door and walked out.
And the moment he closed the stone door, the six sticks of incense in the incense burner, the middle two, suddenly broke from the middle, fell to the stone table, then rolled to the ground, and finally went out.
Zhi Bohou took Man Shengrong and Liu Xuan out of Nanshi Mountain and headed directly towards the city.
Nanshishan is within the jurisdiction of Bingbeicheng, which is located at the southernmost end of Nanzhou, and Nanshishan is located at the southernmost end of Bingbeicheng.
The entire Bingbei City is a long and narrow strip, with a huge span at the north and south ends. After the three of them came out of Nanshi Mountain, they flew for half an hour before arriving outside Bingbei City.
After landing outside the city, the three of them paid the entry fee and went straight to the city lord's mansion in the city. The city lord of Bingbei City is an emperor. He is in the study at this time, reading a book of landscape travel notes with his legs crossed. There is a pot of good spiritual tea in front of him, and the tea in the cup is still steaming.
